Before Maurice Young became internationally known as Trick Daddy, there was a Flordian duo known as Two Trick Daddy's (no, I don't understand why they didn't spell it "Daddies" either ). And no, this wasn't Trick Daddy's first group (wouldn't that have been fun?). These guys just seemed to pop up out of nowhere, put out an album on Joey Boy Records, and then disappear just as quickly. The year was 1993, and their album title: Ain't Nothing But a Sex Thang, is obviously an attempt to cash in on the explosive popularity of Dr Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg. ...Never a good sign.
But the connection ends their, because there is not a damned thing G-funky about this album at all. Sex Thang is a dyed in the wool Miami bass album through and through. And, produced by Felix Sama - who I'm usually not very taken with - it's actually pretty good. A lot of credit probably belongs to DJ Spin, who's only credited with co-producing two tracks, but seems to be their DJ through the whole album and may've had a bigger hand in composing these songs than the album credits suggest. This theory is evidenced by the fact that in the shout outs
track, "Givin Out Props," they thank DJ Spin "for making those dope
tracks on the Trick Daddy album." The title track, for instance, features a nice combination of break beats - including the famous Lyn Collins drums with the "woo! yeah!"s made famous by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock - that's a little more pure than hip-hoppers tended to expect from random Miami albums in the early 90s.
Or "Big Fat Girl," which sounds like it should be the worst song simply based on its title, actually features a phat update of the "Good Time" grooves The Sugarhill Gang blew up off of. The super old school with a modern Miami update reminds me a lot of something Mike Fresh would make. Couple that with some super funky scratches by Spin, and you have a song that's way more enjoyable than it has any right to me.
"TD Show" has them riding a high energy rhythm with some nice percussion. But it really comes alive when Spin gets busy on the breakdown and a subsonic window rattling bassline slips in. And their single, "Snatch and Grab," is a real head-nodding gangster track you'd never expect to find on a project like this. There's a clear Poison Clan influence, but that can only be a good thing. And even the more predictable entries, like "Head Pack" or "Doggie Style" (the latter of which is saved largely by the cuts) still have a doper feel than many of their ilk.
And the Two Trick Daddy's aren't just being carried by their production either. They might not be the most "next level" lyricists you'll ever hear, but they're more than capable MCs for rocking a variety of styles and make it all sound good. Sex Freek does actually sound a little bit like a young Maurice; but Jit (who sometimes also calls himself Ice) sounds a lot more like JT Money. So much so, I almost wonder if it's intentional that JT and Jit are such similar names. Probably not, but if you just heard one of these songs on the radio, you'd swear it was JT Money.
The Two Trick Daddy's pretty thoroughly disappeared after this album, which is kind of a shame. Jit did actually pop up on a DJ Uncle Al album (the same album that featured P-Nut after his partner Ant D's notorious crimes that landed him on death row) a couple years later, but as far as I know, that's it. I wouldn't be surprised (and would love to discover) he possibly did some more under a different name, because they had more to offer than a lot of their contemporaries. They probably lacked the star power to make any real break out hits like Maurice Young managed to do, though. But that's right up my alley. I usually prefer musically talented journeymen to pop celebrities for my hip-hop fix, so I actually found this album more rewarding than most of Trick Daddy's stuff. Maybe you will, too.
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